Showing posts with label rivers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rivers. Show all posts

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Brunette



Gothic eyes full of unbearable black.
She hums La fille aux cheveux de lin,
collects bones and heather. 
Wellingtons on river moss.
You hear her with the larks.

Lips pursed, as if to kiss.
Heaven and hell are in her arms.
She shows up late, ever so slightly.
You half-remember her,
rack your brain from where.

Drunk on toast and marmalade; 
she takes coffee without a mask,  
unbuttoned.  Part raven. 
Part swan.  Nearly a wife.
Flaxen hair with a ridge of dark.



tk/September 2014 


Lovely interpretation by R.A.D. Stainforth... 




Sunday, November 24, 2013

Secret Scioto


Autumn on the River, 1889, John Singer Sargent
The Scioto reclines,
exposes the withy brush
between sycamore-scattered bends.

A bough dips to touch herself,
bleached before an overcast mirror.
Muddy stillness resonates;
waters bubble and breathe
over unturned limestone.

Every wind echoes a low moan,
opens the buttons of her gown.

Those who are gone now
wade in the shallows,
scribble small notes
in the gravelly sediment
of her parched summers.

She does not share secrets,
rises and falls in mysteries
of moss and willowherb.

Sighs fog native banks. She laughs―
pays the voyeurs on the bridge no mind. 



tk/ November 2013


Exceptionally beautiful read by R.A.D. Stainforth: 


Sunday, July 7, 2013

Moonstruck



The moon opens
his laughing Buddha mouth,
pumps me full
of tides and sky.

Dreams from a cratered bowl,
gold and overgrown,
swim circles
of unrequited sleep.

I paddle tree-lined,
camera-shy ―
desirous of secret rivers,
ungrounded culverts.

At dawn, he holds a up a mirror.
I look just like him ―
round-faced,
crescent-eyed.


tk/July 2013


This poem was expertly read by R.A.D. Stainforth. 

Supermoon 2013, Julio Cortez, AP 

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Papoose

R.A.D. Stainforth's beautifully poignant recitation...


Clouds play out,
time-lapsed and furious,
above a pulsing angiogram –
the tree of life.

There is no canoe.

Only the river holds me,
colicky, in her arms, 
gentle enough to keep my face
above the water.

Papoose at her mercy.

I float, unable to resist the current,
listen closely 
to her ancient lullaby.

She is my mother.
I don't need to know why.


tk/ July 2012


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Sunday, May 6, 2012

Rivers

R.A.D. Stainforth rusticating at the River Irwell...



Yours is elegant,
Limpid in hairpins;
Addressed formally,
With a proper honorific.

Mine is a turgid native,
Wild story-teller,
Straight as an arrow,
Called by her maiden name.

Both channel to mouths,
Hungry for an open sea;
Fresh tongues craving salt,
The mutual waves.


tk/May 2012


image: River Irwell by R.A.D. Stainforth

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Thursday, March 15, 2012

Are rivers male or female?


 rain-swollen Scioto River, March 2012, Dublin, Ohio
(click to embiggen)

Is there a difference between a boy river and a girl river? Are there guidelines for determining the gender of a river? The English language has no masculine or feminine articles, our nouns are neuter. But some genderizing in the river naming department is going on, like “Old Man River” for the mighty Mississippi. 
Many times if a river is rushing, powerful, dangerous, it is thought of as male.  On the other hand, if it is a gentle, curvaceous, easy on the eyes, it is considered female.  In this case, most would agree, the lovely Scioto definitely qualifies as female. 
Things aren’t always this simple. There are no cut-and-dry rules about river names and genders. Names vary by characteristics, culture, geography, and history. Many river names have no gender, like the Nile, at 4,130 miles, generally considered the world’s longest river.
The next time you encounter a river, ask a local if it is male or female. The answer might surprise you with interesting culture of the history of the river or region. Just one of those random things I like to think about...


No man ever steps in the same river twice, 
for it's not the same river and he's not the same man. 

― Heraclitus